Bleep Bloop’s fresh “Feel the Cosmos” release comes at us sideways from the German Saturate Records imprint like a squirt of guano shat by messengers of Sun Ra’s cosmic temple. Swooping down from the gaps between galaxies, careless of the quicksilver slide of time, come all the Ferlinghettis, the gone-too-soon kids, the lost poets and hinterland hobos of Bleep Bloop’s San Francisco. They’ve all been cast, one by one, into other dimensions like streams into a river on which float baskets of churros sprinkled with galactic sugars. Embedded within every grain of this sweet cinnamon lies an imprint of that exact moment that you thought you’d lost. Only in glimmers of memory can you recall it; that second when you KNEW that it was all interlinked. That the crazy eternal wisdom you found in all the best artists, writers and prophets of your rebellious, angsty outsider seeking did, in fact, have one unifying thread that begged to be woven into something. Something useful. You could almost grasp it in the energy that swirled around you, then, – flashing silver like a space sardine, it was gone again…
One can sense in “Feel the Cosmos”, slowly at first and then all at once (as you get served like it ain’t no thing), that he has done the inexplicable and knit together something from that which can’t be caught. Within a mere 22 & 2/3 minutes, Bleep Bloop’s hovercraft-for-hire touches down, crashes into a carnival tent, then goes spinning haphazard into the front window of a bookstore out of which explodes, like fluttering leaves, all the art and literature texts you’ve ever loved. They lay before you in a wayward pile on the crash scene, enveloping their space host who is actually from this Earth… it all suddenly makes sense, and we are dumbfounded. Just drifting away like transients on an hilariously beautiful orb nourished by solar prisms, with all this paper heaped before us, groaning and on fire, – like some kind of giant leaning layer cake stuck with candles and smeared with the dialogues of all the best and wildest minds of our age. Then his hovercraft blinks on again, rises out of the rubble, and zaps off into the dimension from whence it came. We are left pointing up into the vastness, dancing hard and laughing hysterically, with all our prophetic pulses and future/past discourses wafting up from the books below. And as we loiter, caffeinated by adrenaline, shivering in the icy night in the knowledge that we need a miracle, Bleep Bloop beams down again. He gifts us lovingly with a giant poncho upon which every single star is stitched with that unifying strand that we never could individually tie together. Then he takes that damned poncho and pulls it over our heads. The most profound practical joke played… perhaps ever.
Words by Halley Chambers
Bleep Bloop’s latest effort “Feel The Cosmos” is out now via Saturate Records. Download it FREE here.
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